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As a resident of this planet for more than four fifths of a century, I have enjoyed both successes and disappointments in a wide variety of vocations, avocations, and life experiences. This blog satisfies my desire to share some thoughts and observations--trenchant and prosaic--with those who are searching for diversions which are interesting, poignant and occasionally funny. I also plan to share recommendations about good/great movies I've watched and books and articles which I've found particularly mind-opening, entertaining, instructive. In addition, I can't pass up the opportunity to reflect publicly on how I am experiencing the so-called Golden Years. Write anytime:

Wednesday, January 16, 2013


I often think about what it must have been like --for me-- when I was in the womb, warm, safe, no cares, well-fed, burping without criticism, rolling over when I wanted to, punching the walls, floating and diving and turning summersaults at will. Was I thinking?  If so, about what? Does "womb life" prefigure or foreshadow the conditions  "after life?"  What did it mean "to be" before I could remember anything?

And even after a little time passed, living outside the womb, what was it like to "be" before the world intruded?

Before the World Intruded

Michele Rosenthal

Return me to those infant years,
before I woke from sleep,
when ideas were oceans crashing,
my dreams blank shores of sand.
Transport me fast to who I was
when breath was fresh as sight,
my new parts — unfragmented —
shielded faith from unkind light.
Draw for me a figure whole, so different
from who I am. Show me now
this picture: who I was
when I began.

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